Chapter 22
"Maturity in progress..."
"Maturity in progress..."
His focus gathered on the Firefly Grass; the status of the fourteen Firefly Grass indicated they were all in the process of maturing.
"Faster! Higher! Stronger!!"
The black Sword Grass stood tall, imparting a sense of uplifting spirit to Lu Xuan.
"When the flowers bloom, you'll come to see me..."
Within the Crimson Cloud Pine's slender red needles, Lu Xuan noticed several clusters of bright red flowers budding out sharply.
After nurturing it for so long, the Crimson Cloud Pine finally bloomed.
"There's a more decayed scent in the air than usual, with a hint of char, oddly enchanting."
On the decayed wood, the Dark Marrow Fungus, covered in countless crimson mycelium, clearly appreciated the special fertilizer Lu Xuan added to the Spiritual Field last night.
Having toured the Spiritual Field and confirmed the excellent growth of each spiritual plant, he returned to his house.
Among Qin Ming's leftover items, Lu Xuan immediately made use of the storage bag and the two hundred plus spirit stones.
As for the remaining flying sword artifacts, the unknown elixirs in jars and bottles, he didn't intend to rush into selling them just yet.
After all, uncertain if the flying sword artifacts contained hidden records, he decided to wait until the storm settled before exchanging them for spirit stones or spiritual seeds.
Days passed, and Lu Xuan remained in the courtyard, tending to the spiritual plants daily. It seemed relaxed and leisurely, yet internally, he was tense, worried about the potential consequences of Qin Ming's murder.
Not having detected any cultivators intruding or spying on his courtyard, he relaxed slightly and stepped out of his house.
The Spiritual Field in his courtyard was too small, and considering Steward He's mention of establishing a simple cooperation model with Lu Xuan, he entertained the idea of renting a larger Spiritual Field.
He entered a shop specifically catering to cultivators.
Inside the shop's hall, only a few individuals were either attending to cultivator customers or arranging items.
"Welcome, fellow Daoist."
An idle shop attendant, recognizing a customer, promptly greeted with an exceedingly warm smile.
"Oh, it's Daoist Lu again. Planning to inspect the Spiritual Fields this time?"New novel chapters are published on
This shop attendant happened to be the scarred young cultivator who gossiped behind Lu Xuan's back last time. His memory served him well as he immediately recognized Lu Xuan's figure, although his smile froze momentarily, intentionally emphasizing the word "again."
Lu Xuan nodded, his expression indifferent.
Seeing Lu Xuan's demeanor, the scarred cultivator flashed a profoundly cryptic hint of mockery in his eyes and called out to a slightly chubby young cultivator nearby.
The chubby young cultivator sighed inwardly, realizing his hope that Lu Xuan might rent the place was fleeting.
"Sixty spirit stones..."
Lu Xuan paused briefly.
"Alright, I'll take it!"
"If you find sixty spirit stones a month too expensive, you can check out another courtyard nearby."
The chubby young cultivator replied formulaically with a smile.
"Oh...?"
He suddenly realized something, looking up at Lu Xuan with a gaze that was part anticipation, part suspicion.
Lu Xuan smirked slightly, nodding.
"Thank you, thank you! I'll take care of everything for you!"
The shop.
The scarred cultivator reclined on a wooden chair, lightly swaying back and forth, evidently in a good mood.
Just now, he successfully closed a deal, renting out a small courtyard for seven spirit stones per month and earning a hefty commission.
The chubby young cultivator rushed in energetically.
"Back already? Didn't that cultivator ask you to show him more Spiritual Fields?"
He looked at the chubby cultivator behind the counter, his tone tinged with mockery.
"No, he only looked at one."
The chubby young cultivator replied without raising his head.
"At least he has a bit of conscience, not wasting too much of your time."
"Yeah, Daoist Lu is too kind. He looked at one Spiritual Field and readily agreed, even paid the deposit."
"Huh?"
The scarred cultivator thought he misheard something, and the gentle rocking of his chair abruptly stopped.
The chubby young cultivator raised his head, revealing a simple, honest smile.
"The one that costs sixty spirit stones per month."
With a clang, the chair lost balance and fell to the ground.
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